Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2015 12:21:17 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION Chapter 24 DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION Chapter 24 by Donny Mumford Laying in bed together after some really good sex, Robby's singing his country song to me, the one where I own his heart. He heard this song many times while with his family at the Grand Canyon during freshman spring break and he thought it described our relationship. He sings the sweet, corny country song using a western twang in a clear voice carrying the tune awesomely. He can sing, but he sings only to me when we're alone. I kiss him after he sings it, then say, "Sing it again for me, Robby," and he grins singing it again staring into my eyes with a tear running down my cheek. I love him so much. Then my cell phone rings and I ask Robby, "Should I answer that?" He shrugs and chuckles, "I don't care," and I look indecisive, so he says, "Go ahead, answer it." I get out of bed with Robby's cock flopping out of my ass, "Oooh, mmm..." Then, with his cum's drooling down the back of my legs I get the phone out of my short's pocket and see 'Chubby' on the caller ID. "Hi, Chub, whassup?" He goes, "Bro, ha ha, we can't get rid of these local girls. They want us to go to some kind of hillbilly bar where they say we can all get served. Ya wanna come?" I'm like, "Um, oh, hillbillies huh?" He goes, "It'll probably make for a great story to tell the grandchildren, it's something we don't get a chance to experience back home. Oh... wait a minute, bro, fucking Spider's locked in the bathroom with big tits. I gotta call you back..." The phone goes dead. "What's Jeff want?" I shrug, "There's a hillbilly bar that supposedly serves underage, um, hillbillies, I guess." Robby's like, "We're staying in tonight, Dylan." I nod, "Okay," and hit Chubby's cellphone number. It rings only twice before Chubby answers, laughing, then says, "Never mind, bro. Spider got the truth from big tits Debby. It's her uncle's garage. One of those unlicensed speakeasy places like Tracy's, only much dumpier. Ya wanna come up here with us and have some beers? We're on the second floor, room 212." I say, "Um, I'd like to, but Robby and me need to catch up, and anyway aren't we going to that fair tomorrow morning? Shouldn't you be getting some sleep?" I hear a clunk, like he dropped his phone, then more laughing and a girl giggling. Rolling my eyes at Robby, he asks, "What?" I point at the phone shrugging, "I don't know, there's some kind of ruckus going on in their room." Chubby gets back on the phone chuckling, "Okay, bro, we'll catch up with you guys tomorrow. Love ya!" I'm like, "Yeah, okay, bye." Getting back in bed with Robby, I mumble, "Chubby has so much energy. Him and Spider are fucking round with giggling girls in a room above us, number 212. Thank god I don't need to depend on giggling girls." Robby grins, "Yeah, but didn't you ever wonder what it'd be like to do it with a girl?" I go, "No," and he says, "Me neither. Dodger and I had each other for as long as I remember. Girls never entered the picture. I like girls as friends though, don't you?" Shrugging I go, "If they're not giggling all the time. I don't remember a boy giggling all the time, do you?" Robby asks, "What about Marc Stork?" Back in bed, snuggling against Robby, I'm like, "Oh yeah, but he was a very girlie gay boy who always hung-out with girls to start with, so I never thought of Marc as a guy." We're quiet for a minute with Robby's slowly rubbing his hand up the back of my head, then he hugs me, murmuring, "Ya know, it was awful hard hearing all the things you told me about you and Ryan, or Albert, whatever his name is." We've pretty much beat this topic to death already and I'd rather not discuss it further, so I mumble, "Just wanted to be honest with you, Rob, that's all." Silence for another minute, then he goes, "Well, can't you at least tell him you don't want this haircut anymore? I don't like it at all!" Balls! It went so well while I was confessing everything initially, but now Robby's had time to think about it. I don't say anything and he asks, "Would you fly home with me tomorrow if I insisted? After all, we are unofficially engaged." Oh man. Hmmm, I say, "I can't break my promise to Ryan, Rob. A guy's only as good as his word, ya know? Anyway, I'm going to tell him all the plans he and I were considering are off." Robby's sort of quietly mumbling to himself now, "Even if you came home, when would I see you? At least you wouldn't be with him though, and it's not that I don't like Ryan, it's that I don't like him being me with you, ya know?" I ask, "Was there a question somewhere in there?" and he's like, "I don't know, Dylan. Maybe a question for myself." I crawl on top of him supporting myself with a hand on either side of him looking down into his eyes, our bare crotches pressed together, "In five weeks this will be just a fading memory, Robby, and then we'll be together again and this time forever. We can get engaged again if you want, although we really don't need to because we both know we're riding off into the sunset together, like yippie ki-yay, mothafucka, or however that goes" He smiles, "Promise?" and I say, "Yep, I promise," and kiss him, adding, "I'm getting another boner 'cause my naked dick's next to yours." Robby's grinning, "I love being with you. I've wondered to myself if there's anything you could do that I couldn't forgive. Murder: no problem, pay a hit man to knock me off: obviously a misunderstanding and therefore no problem, spend the summer with another lover, no problem... like that." I'm chuckling, "I'm probably not gonna kill anybody or hire someone to kill you. Those are two very unlikely scenarios. As far as spending times with Ryan, you don't have anything to worry about there either. It took only an hour being with you for me to know all those 'maybe' plans with him aren't going to happen." We kiss and before long we're into another intense make-out. It's almost violent the way we're kissing and rolling around basically wrestling with dueling boners. Finally I'm on my stomach and Robby's boner is up my ass. Oh yeah, I know I'm in for a hard fucking. "Slap,slap, slap, slap!" sounds so loud they're surely heard in the rooms on either side our ours. We're grunting and sweating with me humping up into his hard fast thrust for seven, eight, ten minutes or more. Robby's pulling my hips up slamming his boner up my ass. I stop humping back and let Robby pound my ass with that fat hard cock of his. He's gasping and groaning along with the, "Slap,slap,slap,slap," sounds ringing in my ears. My face is in the pillow and I'm biting it with a million sensations vibrating from my rectum, my anus is sizzling with awesome sexual vibes and Robby's on a mission to fuck a second orgasm out of me. And then my orgasm comes on me like the big climax of a roller coaster ride... whooooa! My stomach's in my throat as I gasp, then squeal with cum pumping up from my hard nuts in three short spurts. Small spurts that feels like a waterfall of cum flying out of my six inch boner. Then another almost painful spurt of cum and I'm limp as Robby moans humping against my buttocks shooting his small second orgasm up my ass. Deep breathing into my sweat soaked pillow as Robby collapses on my back, his heart hammering against my spine and him gasping out moist breaths, the moist air spraying the back of my neck and head. Robby's body is squishy with perspiration as he slides off my back pulling his flaccid cock from my ass. He's laying next to me on his stomach as he puts his arm over my back while using his other arm to pull the covers up to the back of our necks. He kisses the side of my face, murmuring, "Good night, Dylan," and I go to sleep laying in my own cum, sweaty and thinking about the awesome fuck Robby just laid on my ass. Huh, 'I wonder if he fucked me bowlegged?' That's my last thought before sleep overtakes me at almost two o'clock in the morning. Waking up Saturday morning I'm disoriented for only a second or two before remembering everything, then being happy my true love boyfriend is here in bed with me. I'm also glad I only had three beers last night and therefore I'm feeling really good this morning. Robby's still sleeping so I do what I always do when waking up next to someone I love, I stare at his face wondering how it is I'm lucky enough to wake-up next to him. I can't remember the last time I woke-up next to Ryan, although I know I have at times. Not many times, but a few. I've woken-up next to Willie twenty or thirty times in my life and while he's very attractive and sexy, he can't compare with Robby. No one can except Chubby, but I haven't slept with him more than a couple of times in the last year or two. I used to though, and when I'd wake-up before Chubby I loved studying his face. Of course I love everything about Chubby, not just his face. I like everything about Robby too, plus we make love in the truest sense although I'm not exactly sure what to call last night's love-making. Maybe it was Robby getting his frustration of Albert and Danny out of his system with a wild hard fuck on my ass. You know what? I give Robby credit for realizing even if I were home we'd see little of each other. Will it be like that when we're married though? Will Robby be a workaholic like his dad? He admires his dad so maybe he might emulate him without even realizing it. Hmmm, if so I'll support him and... and I guess I really don't know how that would work. Here's what I know: I love sleeping with Robby and after doing it through our freshman and sophomore years at Merrimack it's become wonderfully familiar for both of us and it feels just right. It's perfect actually. Oh man, Robby's so fucking good looking. That was the first thing I thought of when I saw him at the airport coming up the tunnel. He's unbelievably good looking. He's becoming a handsome young man, but in a cute way too. Some lucky guys retain a certain boyish cuteness even as they age. Robby's one of them and I modestly include myself in that group. Everyone says we're a very attractive couple. Ha ha, I'm a little vain... ha ha, that thought makes me grin and do a little chuckle to myself. With his eyes still closed, Robby grins, asking, "What's so funny?" I ask, "Do you remember who you fucked and then slept with late last night?" He mumbles, "I'm thinking! Give me a minute." Grinning, I say, "I'll give you a clue. You were once engaged to me," and he goes, "Okay then, that narrows it down some. What color eyes do you have?" I climb on his back, saying, "Maybe if I fuck you you'll recognize my dick." He says, "Okay, lets try that," and I move my limp penis against his firm bubble buttocks for fifteen seconds with Robby murmuring, "That penis of your's feels good, stranger." My heart rate increases as I lay on him, still squirming my hardening cock on his firm buttocks while kissing the side of his face. It's a half minute wet kiss while inhaling his scent. My cock gets hard and I lift my hips reaching down to guide my boner to his asshole. Then a little humps forces the head past his sphincter muscle. His head jerks up off the pillow a little with both of us grunting, "Aaah, oooh." I slowly push my boner up his rectum until I'm gasping, red in the face, and feeling as if I'm going to climax. Another gasp from me as my shoulders do their little shudder, then a long exhale as I settle down on Robby. I'm laying completely on him from head to toes, docked with his asshole. "Oooh," moans Robby, "That feels good, Dylan, sooo good." Nice having my boner's in his ass instead of the other way around. As good as it feels fully laying on Robby's back with my cock snuggling inside him, my hips instinctively and seemingly on their own, move back pulling my boner upwards with a sizzling shiver running down my spine. "Aaaah," from me as my cock slides tightly backwards in his rectum, and then my hips move down pushing my boner right up Robby's ass again, and I do it twice more with both of us moaning, "Mmmmm, oooh!" I didn't even need to think about it, it just happened. It makes my boyfriend moan too, so I do some more thrusting, joining in with some moans of my own. Getting a hand on the mattress, one on each side of Robby, I lift up again and get my hips rhythmically moving my boner up and back in Robby's ass with incredible sensations flying off my pulsating penis. Robby scrunches his ass up a little and it becomes a full blown runaway fucking, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds while the head of my cock buzzes with astounding waves of sexual pleasure. It's truly indescribable and it's all I can think about. Robby's squirming on the mattress under me dealing with his own sexual sensations, but it gets harder and harder for me to be think about that as I get closer and closer to climaxing. "Slapslapslap," and my whines of desire that grow and grow making my hips hump faster and faster, harder and harder. I'm shaking now with my eyes clenched closed as we both moan in our worlds of sexual pleasure. My boner's a wooden pole somehow alive with a million nerve endings pouring pleasure notes to my brain as my balls sing along hot and hard at the top of my scrotum ready to blow. The head of my cock swells and gets harder the more I hammer it up his ass until I'm biting my bottom lips groaning at the unbelievable pleasure I'm feeling and the exertion of humping my boner back and forth inside this amazingly wonderful place known as Robby's rectum. With my climax almost on me I stop thinking about myself for a second realizing it's Robby I'm doing this sex act with. My eyes open and I look at him wreathing in sexual pleasure on the bed under me, humping back at my thrusting and tears come to my eyes. Such awesome pleasure to share with him as I squeal leaning against his buttocks, my arms tightly around his chest as I hump against those two firm buttocks mounds shooting what feels like a long stream of creamy youthful spunk into his bowels. Robby's grunting and wildly humping against the mattress as another three or four shots of cum tantalizes my cock as the spunk moves up and out into Robby's body. Then I'm doing slower thrusts in Robby's creamy asshole, my cock sliding back and forth smoothly in my slippery goo. Oh it's such a nice afterglow all around my stomach, groin, and high up the inside of my thighs. It all begins fading fast though and then I mostly feel tired and lay back down on his back where I started. Heavy breathing of course and then we're just two sweaty lovers coming down off pleasure mountain. One last deep breath and I ask, "Isn't there any air conditioning in this friggin' place?" Robby rolls over and I go, "Aaaah," as my cock pulls from his ass. Robby's laying on my side of the bed now, asking, "Why is your sheet scratchy?" I go up on my elbow, mumbling, "Dried semen," and he smiles, "It was nice waking-up a little while ago to your wet semen, Dylan. You know, I like when you take the aggressor role. It makes me feel desired." I trace a finger across Robby's right eyebrow, "You have good eyebrows, Rob," and he laughs, "Only you would notice my eyebrows. What makes them good?" I say, "Well, nature makes the best formed eyebrows. Women try to duplicate eyebrows like you have by plucking their own but without a lot of success. Your's are thin and perfectly shaped and a nice shade of light brown. Perfectly formed, perfect everything. I wish I had them." He laughs out loud again, then asks, "Do you think this kind of stuff up ahead of time?" I go, "Absolutely not! I'm an extemporaneous complimenter." He's still chuckling, "You are so much fun to be with. I love you!" We grin while exchanging compliments until it gets silly, "I think your toes are perfect, Dylan. You have perfect toes." I go, "I know that! Everyone tells me I have the best toes they've ever seen, especially my middle toes that aren't longer than the rest. There's snickering behind the backs of people that have long middle toes, but none of that for me." Finally, tired of our silliness, we get out of bed at a little after ten o'clock and do our bathroom stuff. Robby's taking a piss as I'm washing my hands and face, then brushing my teeth. He flushes the toilet, saying, "We desperately need to shower but you should probably do my haircut first." All the barber stuff's laid out from last night near the door of our room, but I don't want to miss shampooing his awesome hair. Robby sits in the desk chair I dragged into the bathroom, facing away from the sink. I use a plastic cup, refilling it repeatedly, to wet his hair. Adding shampoo I'm working it through his hair as Robby says, "I love when you do this," so I get back in a silly frame of mind saying, "Then I'll do it for you whenever I can, and then all the time when we're married. I'll be the shampoo flunky either in the shower together or before you shower in the morning getting ready for work." He snorts, "Riiight, I'm so sure," and I go, "No, seriously. Hey, maybe some of my duties for you as the head of our household will include not only shampooing your hair but bathing you in the tub too. You know, you just lay there and I do all the work." He says, "Yes, me being head of the household I deserve that sort of treatment. Dress and undress me too, like we talked about last night." I go, "Yeah, I could be the stay at home dad, and also your servant. I'll be fixing your meals, taking your clothes to the cleaners, polishing your shoes." he goes, "Oh yes, we should definitely do this. You'll have all day to take care of most of those chores, then when I get home from work you'll wait on me hand and foot." We're joking, but I wouldn't mind doing that. I like touching attractive young guys. My fingers ooze through all the shampoo in his dense two-tone blond hair as I say, "Plus of course I'll basically be the babies' servant as well. I'll be so busy it'll cut into my time to shoot pool." We both laugh, then I lean my head down and kiss his lips, "I love you, Rob, and I'm so glad you came to visit. You straightened me out. Just being with you cleared my head of all my speculations about Albert." He goes, "I was reading between the lines in your texts and emails. Talking to you on the phone too, so I knew what was happening. How many years have we both acknowledged you've had this propensity to follow that 'love the one you're with' approach?" I go, "That's a song ya know, or those words are in a song by some grandfather band." He mumbles, "Nicely avoiding the point, babe." As I'm using many cups of water rinsing his hair as, he says, "Um, Dylan, as I was saying, I hope you're not going to go back to Ryan's house and immediately start making the same plans with him all over again. You won't do that, right?" I stop rinsing and say nothing until he looks up, asking, "What?" and I go, "How could you ask me that? That's insulting to me, as well as to my amazing will power." He shrugs, "Amazing will power? You? I just, you know, I mean that's what you did the first month you were here." Filling the cup with water again, I go, "That's because I hadn't see you for so long and Ryan was being so, um, good that I got, um, off track. Yeah, I got off track a little." He says, "Not to press the point, but you'll be with him for another five weeks without seeing me, right? So..." Pouring the next cup of water mostly on the side of his face, I say, "Yeah, but now I'm not off track." He sputters blowing some water spray in the air, mumbling, "Oh," and I say, "Seriously, I got my shit together now, Rob. You my man, dude!" He shakes his head chuckling, "Yeah, okay. How about you come home to visit me in two weeks, three at the most. How about if you plan on that?" I almost say, 'I'll ask Ryan if I can, but catch myself and say instead, "I'd hate to let the team down, the Marietta town baseball team." I'm roughly towel drying Robby's hair. When I'm done, he says, "You're a bench player who hasn't been in a single game yet. And what's more you're missing today's game." Instead of responding to that I turn on the noisy hairdryer and run a comb through his hair drying it the rest of the way while thinking about what he said. When his hair is so dry it crackles with electricity I turn off the hairdryer, and say, "You're right, Rob. Okay, I promise to spend a weekend home in two or three weeks from now. I wanna see my mom too." He say, "You promise, really?" and I say, "Yes, I promise! What the fuck?" Huh, Ryan will be pissed off of course, but then he'll already be pissed off when I tell him how strongly I feel about Robby and me forever. I'll sugar coat it with much praise for Ryan and reinforce that I love him too, but nothing can change my mind about Robby. We've been together too long and we mean too much to each other for anything to come between us, not in any kind of permanent way. And, I've been basically saying that same thing to Ryan most of the time I've been here. Well, the first two weeks for sure. And it happens to be the fucking truth too! I kiss Robby, "Maybe I will change my name to your's when we're married, or maybe hyphenate it. What do you think about that?" He's standing up, mumbling, "That seems so unimportant to me now, it's totally your choice, babe." Following him into the bedroom, pulling the desk chair behind me, I'm saying, "In the light of day I see that all our plans still seem like good ones, don't ya think, Rob? The plans you outlined for me when we got engaged." He says, "That engagement was silly of me, Dylan. Immature at best and probably stupid. We'll make our plans when it's closer to the time we tie the knot, so to speak." Robby sits back down in the chair over near the door now. Last night I relocated a lamp and small end table over here at the tile entranceway. The clippers and barbering stuff are still on the little table. Combing through his hair, I say, "After carefully considering a flat top haircut for you, I've decided it's too retro for a person of your stature, Rob. You're a businessman, sort of, so you need a more serious hair style. Flat top haircuts when we were young, that was fun, but you need something different." He turns his head to look at me, "Along that same lines, will you please promise me you'll insist Ryan stops doing that haircut on your head? You shouldn't have another haircut of any kind for the remainder of the summer." Oooh, that might be a problem. I say, "Robby, I'm living in Ryan's house and I sort of promised certain things, ya know? Anyway what'd I just say about a person keeping his word?" He shakes his head as I'm mumbling, "What's wrong with this haircut anyway? Spider said it was cool." Robby waves the back of his hand at me, saying, "Whatever! When you're home for good in August I'm back in charge of your haircuts. Period!" Ooh, yeah, that's the way to be Rob! I say, "That's a deal," which is one more thing Ryan's going to be pissed off about. I'll save that bit of information for later, like back at Merrimack. I'm finally sure of myself that it's Robby and me forever, but that doesn't mean Ryan's a shit. The past month he's changed and come to mean a lot to me and I hope to keep him as my friend. Going home for a visit will get Ryan mad, but hey, wait a minute! Ryan and I agreed on me having a visit home sometime during the summer. That's in our unwritten contract, so I ask, "What should I do Rob, come home in two weeks or three?" he says, "Three weeks would be better because I won't see you while you're in Wildwood with your family, so you come home for a weekend three weeks from now. After then you'll have two more weeks here in Marietta and one week in Wildwood so that'll be another three weeks before we see each other again. Break it up a little and maybe I won't go insane missing you." I mumble, "That's sweet, Rob, the insane part I mean. And I've figured out what haircut to give you now." He shrugs, "Sure, babe." I cut his hair exactly like Ryan's. Short but not real short. For example, all the hairs are plenty long enough to lay down and give that 'full' look, the mature look. The bangs will be a little shorter so they can be casually flipped them up in front or brush them to the side. It's a much more mature-looking version of my all time favorite haircut for cute teenage boys, only for them the hair is cut a lot shorter. So, that's the haircut I give Robby using mostly scissors that cut through his clean dry hair, "Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch." Finally done his haircut, after dragging it out as long as I could because I love doing it for Robby, I'm studying how it looks as I use the trimmer clippers outlining around his ears. Huh! I'm thinking the haircut looks better on Ryan. I think that's because he has those two lazy cowlicks on either side of his hairline in front and they sort of hold the bangs up in a natural fashion. Robby's hair is very straight and I'd need a little gel on the front hairs. Still, when he checks himself out in the mirror Robby likes it although he doesn't rave about it like Ryan did. I fuss with Robby hair, combing it this way and that before deciding to cut the bangs shorter so they aren't flipped up in front. He likes this better, so it's all good. A no fuss hair style that looks kinda macho. Robby, on the other hand, is concerned about more important things than his hair. When I ruffle my fingers back though his hair it falls back in place. I say, "Sexy boy, Rob. You look so fucking sexy and macho." Robby shrugs mumbling, "Thanks, Dylan, but I can't get the job off my mind. Today is the first day I've missed a meeting about the big project." I say, Only one meeting, get real! Check yourself out again in the mirror." He does as he runs his fingers through his hair, "Yeah, it's good, Dylan, then he looks at me, "And now you tell me I'm not allowed to shave, right?" I go, "Not when I'm around you're not. You need to get one of those beard trimmers and keep your beard neat and short, ya know, like you haven't shaved for two days." He chuckles, "My beard, ha ha, right." I rub his chin hairs then kiss him trying to feel his pale blond mustache, but the hairs are too soft to detect. For now they are anyway. They look cool though. We hop in the shower together and wash ourselves while purposely bumping into one another grinning like nine year old boys splashing around in a backyard plastic blow-up pool. I think there's a 'completeness' to life we both feel when we're together. I can't describe it but I sense it even when we might disagree about something. Maybe it's corny to say 'completeness', but the only thing I can compare it to is the way I always feel when me and Chubby are together, and that's really saying something! No one can ever be in my heart and soul like Chubby is, but the fact I can even mention Robby in the discussion tells me all I need to know about who should be my life partner, my head of the household, my 'man', or whatever the current term is for me when we get married. Robby makes me happy just looking at him or listening to his voice. We have traveled through many ups and downs on our journey to find true love together, and if this isn't true love I can't imagine what else it could be. After drying ourselves we're in the bedroom getting dressed thinking about the rest of the day. Robby asks if Ryan said anything to me about southern country fairs. I go, "Not really. All he said was that summer fairs are rare in Georgia because it's too fucking hot here in the summer." Robby starts to pull on a short sleeve Polo golf shirt but stops halfway because there's a raucous pounding on our door. We look at each other, then Robby goes to the window to peek outside. He grins, "It's your crazy brother and even crazier Spider." Robby takes the chain off and opens the door... in burst a cyclone of whirling energy. Chubby's carry a bag of something as he hugs me and we do a quick kiss, mumbling, "Good morning, bro," to each other. Then he goes, "Spider's got coffee and donuts so we get the day started correctly with a healthy breakfast, the most important fucking meal of the day. I don't subscribe to that belief myself, by the way, but you know...." Spider's taking out cardboard cups of coffee and a box of Krispy Cream donuts from his bag while Chubby's bag is full of t-shirts. As we all grab a coffee and donut Chubby pulls a t-shirts out of his bag, saying, "We saw this cool t-shirt shop when we were getting this excellent breakfast, compliments of Spider. The t-shirts are compliments of me." He throws Robby a t-shirt telling him, "You're much too dressed-up for a country fair, Rob, try this on." Robby holds up the t-shirt that reads on the front, 'I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed person!' I put my coffee down, finish my delicious donut and look in Chubby's bag pulling out a bright green t-shirt that has on the front, 'So far this is the oldest I've ever been!' Ha ha! Putting that down, I choose an orange tee that says, 'When I was a kid I used to... no wait. I still do that!' I'm putting that one on as Chubby pulls his Merrimack t-shirt over his head and puts a t-shirt on that reads, 'I'm not a gynecologist, but I'll take a look'. We're all laughing, then I ask, "How much did these things cost?" Chubby goes, "Buy one for $25.00 and get one free." Spider deadpans, "Or another way of looking at it would be to say they cost $12.50 each." He puts a black tee on that reads, 'I hate being bipolar!' Then under that is, 'No, wait! It's awesome!' We chuckle, bipolar indeed. After we thanks the boys for breakfast and t-shirts, we go outside to have a cigarette. I say, "Chub, I expected you two night owls to be wicked hungover this morning." Spider goes, "We're still drunk. Our hangovers should explode in our heads around lunch time," and Chubby goes, "Yeah, unless we can head the fuckers off by drinking more before the hangover can take hold. Of course that'll mean tomorrow's gonna be a total bitch," and he bumps fists with Spider who mumbles, "Dude!" I ask about the country fair and Spider tells us, "Dude, I haven't been to this fair in like ten years so if it blows don't blame me. It could have changed or maybe as a kid I thought it was cool, when in fact it blew back then too." Robby says, "With a ringing endorsement like that I can't wait to get there." They tell us about the girls from last night and the garage bar they eventually went to after the case of beer was gone. All I can think of as I listen to their description of last night is, I hope to god they're exaggerating. Robby asks how long of a drive is it to the fair and Chubby says, "Never mind that now, we're not going anyplace until my bro gives me the haircut he promised." and Spider goes, "Me too, Dylan, if you're willing to tackle this head of hair." Spider has big hair, lots of light brown hair that's wavy and worn sort of free style. I ask, "What do you call that hairdo of your's, Spider?" He shrugs, "Um, maybe 'bed hair'," and I go, "Or hat hair," and he says, "I cut it myself for important occasions." Chubby puts his arm across Spider's shoulders, saying, "My main man here hasn't had any recent important occasions, but he's proclaimed the return to his childhood summer fair as one, therefore the need for a haircut. Also he wants to look good in case he runs into anyone he knew from his pre-teen years." I nod my head, asking, "What the fuck's your real name, Spider?" He goes, "Joseph Tuddle," and Chubby says, "So, obviously the nickname Spider." Robby and I shake our heads slowly at each other with me saying, "Oh, yeah, obviously." Robby says, "While you guys are fucking around with the haircut I'll take the car and fill up the tank, plus I need smokes. Any of you guys need anything?" I shrug and Spider ask Chubby, "Do we have enough rubbers, Jeff?" Chubby says, "Joseph lived in the south during his formative years, thus the word rubber. He means condoms, and yes we could use some." Robby chuckles, "You can also get 'em yourself. I'm too shy to buy condoms." Spider's like, "You don't use condoms?" and Robby actually blushes. Chubby says, "That's private information, Spider. Maybe he uses a diaphragm." We laugh and I ask Spider, "How many times a day do you jerk off, Joseph? I mean, since we're getting personal." He laughs, "Eight times a day, why?" I go, "No reason. Um, what kind of haircut do you want?" and we go inside as Robby heads off for the rental car wearing his 'battle of wits' t-shirt. In our motel room Chubby says, "I like that haircut you gave Rob." We skip the shampoos since they both did that during their showers an hour ago. As I'm doing Chubby's haircut I'm feeling a little bummed-out because Spider's watching and I don't feel comfortable showing my brother the affection I usually do during his haircuts. I've been giving Chubby haircuts since we were both eight or nine years old and it's still special for me... kinda intimate. He has a really nice head of brown hair on a perfectly shaped head, so any haircut looks good on him. This one is no exception and I think he looks cool and hot and sexy and cute. I hug his shoulders when I'm done and then kiss the side of his forehead enjoying his special one-of-a-kind scent. I used to dream of Chubby and me living together forever. My memories of when we were young and a clique of two are my happiest memories of all time. Alas, we needed to get our drivers license and so at age seventeen we got summer jobs and it's never been the same since. Chubby gets up, saying, "I like this haircut, bro, thanks!" and another hug as Spider's saying, "You brothers are a tad closer than my brother and me. He thinks I'm an asshole and I know he is!" Chubby says, "We're identical twins basically, Dylan and me." Spider goes, "Oh yeah, you're identical all right! Any fool can see that." I shrug, saying, "We're also the closest best friends and brothers the world has ever known." Spider sits down grinning, "That's obvious, Dylan, totally obvious." Running my fingers through Spider's awesome head of hair, I say, "Light brown hair has always been my favorite. You're lucky." He says, "Really, I always thought I'd like to be a blond and have more fun." I go, "I'm betting you already have more than your share of fun. What kind of haircut do you want?" He asks, "Seriously, how do you think I'd look with a buzz haircut? I've never had one, not even as a kid." I shrug, "You're a cool looking guy, Spider, and you have lots of hair, but it's not dense so I'd advise you, in my semi-professional capacity, against a buzz cut. And I say that even though I love giving buzz haircuts." Chubby's laughing, saying, "Give him a buzz anyway," and Spider chuckles, mumbling, "You prick, Jeff. What should I get, Dylan?" Combing through his hair I go, "Um, a regular preppy haircut with a part." Chubby says, "And a pompadour." I go, "No pompadour! They're from the fifties or maybe the sixties." Spider takes my advise and when I'm done with the haircut he looks at himself in the mirror, muttering, "I look like a fag," then adds, "No offense intended." Chubby shakes his head, asking, "How the fuck could any gay person take offense at that, Joseph?" Spider laughs, "No, really, I didn't mean anything negative, um, I mean towards you, Dylan." I go, "No problem, Spider." He's still looking at himself in the mirror apparently not loving his preppy look." I ask, "Do you want to try the buzz cut instead?" He does 'cause he had his heart set on it. When I've cut all his hair to half an inch he looks at himself in the mirror and says, "I like it because I look like a bad ass, except I don't recognize myself." Actually it looks alright, so I say, "Ya know, you were right to go with the buzz cut, Spider. It gives you a tough, um, 'spider' look, a Spiderman kind of thing." He's running his fingers over his head, "Whaddaya think, Jeff?" Chubby goes, "You look fine, Spiderman. Lets get the fuck outta here," and I go, "Wait a minute! Help me clean all this hair." We get most of it in the little trash can. There's a plastic bag liner in the trash can and I bring the plastic liner with all the cut hairs outside with me and toss it in the dumpster. We smoke another cigarette waiting for Robby to get back. Chubby's ragging on Spider's buzz-cut unmercifully getting all three of us laughing and rubbing Spider's head. He looks about four years younger and I think he's kinda cute now in a strange sort of way. The way a baby monkey is cute, or a baby alligator. There's nothing cute about baby spiders. Robby returns amazed at how much cheaper cigarettes are in Georgia. "They're like half priced, but still not what I'd call cheap." Spider says, "My grandfather says he remembers when cigarettes were like thirty-five cents a pack. Then, two years ago he was in New York City and paid something like $14.00 a pack." Chubby's like, "Your grandfather still smokes?" and Spider says, "Yeah, up until he was diagnosed with emphysema last December, although he still sneaks them when grandma isn't looking. He told me the good thing about emphysema is he lost eighty pounds. He used to be ginormous and now he's just fat." Robby goes, "I like your haircut, Jeff," and Chubby says, "Yeah, I'm starting a trend." I'm like, "Ah, I believe starting a trend requires you having the haircut first, bro." Chubby chuckles, mumbling, "Always with the fucking details." Robby rubs Spider's head, "Very daring, Spider, but I can see your scalp through the hairs." spider goes, "Bite me." Exhaling smoke, Chubby's like, "Um, Dylan and I are probably gonna stop smoking when we graduate college," and Robby mumbles, "Me too." I finally ask, "Are we going to this fuckin' fair, or what?" We get in the car with Spider driving because he supposedly knows the way. As he drives out of the motel parking lot, he says, "I hope this fucking fair doesn't suck!" The rest of us are shaking our heads in disbelief. Chubby says, "This was your idea, Spider. You flew down here specifically for the fair." Spider snickers, "Yeah, but I wish I could remember more about it." It's soon apparent Spider's forgotten how to get there too, and after twenty minutes of driving he pulls into a gas station for directions. The top is down on the Mustang and it is a hot day. I go, "Ryan told me that Marietta hosts a fair every year too, it's the North Georgia State Fair held during October each year. We'll be in college obviously, but the weather will be much cooler for that fair. He thinks Spider's fair is the only one held during the summer in the whole state." With directions we discover Spider was on the right track after all, and fifteen minutes later were in a stop and go line of traffic for the fair grounds parking lot that's a half mile away. Chubby's like, "You southerners really like your fairs, huh?" Spider shrugs, "I don't remember waiting in line like this when I was a kid. Of course I wasn't driving, beings eleven or twelve years old at the time. My brother and I were probably fighting in the back seat with my old man yelling at us at the top of his lungs." Chubby mutters, "Lovely." The line of cars moves slowly but we finally get close enough to see a sign welcoming us to: 'Effingham County's Fair'. Huh, it's started Monday and ends tomorrow. Gates open 5:00 PM each day except Saturday when they open at noon. I look at my watch and see it's 12:15. Good thing we didn't get here any earlier. After another ten minutes in line inching forward we come upon two smiling ladies passing out pamphlets about the fair, saying, "Something to read as you wait in line. Thank y'all for coming." I hold my hand out and a smiling middle-age lady with a significant overbite passes me a pamphlet saying, "Hi there, sugar," and I put on a little southern twang, asking, "How'd y'all know my name?" She laughs and moves on. Robby and I light a cigarette and read the pamphlet. We can see a roller coaster and a Ferris wheel in the distance, plus the pamphlet list many other amusement rides. Chubby says, "It's seven dollars admission and then twenty bucks to get a bracelet for unlimited rides." I go, "Oh fuck! We missed the parade! They had floats and high school bands and who knows what else." We're chuckling as Spider says, "Probably marching firemen too." Chubby's reading his pamphlet and then laughs out loud, "Did you see Tuesday night they had a beauty pageant for girls ages seven to twenty-three." Spider dead pans, "Damn! Some of those seven year old girls are hot too. Occasionally a twelve year old will have her kids with her." More laughing. There's a list of like forty people on the fair committee, and then an endless list of 'Best of "contests. Best canned vegetables, best preserved fruit, best jellies, pickles, home baked good. Best embroidery, best crochet, best every fuckin' thing. Two pages of them. Top prize for most is $3.00. I'm like, "I hope there's blue ribbons involved 'cause obviously they're not entering these contests for the first place prize money." Chubby goes, "The last page is a killer. There's a list of shows we can attend: a cattle show, a goat show, a hog show, a swine show." I go, "Aren't hogs and swine the same thing, Spider?" He chuckles, "Fuck if I know." Chubby says, "All I care about is seeing the goat show, and of course getting a snow cone." Robby goes, "Ewww, smell that?" Spider says, "Yeah, it's called manure and it comes from all those animals in the shows when they go potty wherever they feel like it." I mutter, "Gross," then ask, "What kind of show can they do with swine? Dancing swine maybe, or balance a ball on their nose?" Chubby goes, "Fuck the swines, I wanna see the goats!" More laughing. It's the way Chubby says thing. We've finally reached the parking lot, then Spider drives for six minutes past an unbelievable number of parked cars before we see a guys waving a red flag at us indicating where we're to park. Spider parks, puts the top up and turns off the engine. We get out and Chubby says, "Lock that fucker up, Joseph." We start walking, with me complaining, "It's a good half mile back to the fair." Chubby puts his arm across my shoulder, saying, "Ya wanna go on the Ferris wheel with me, bro?" I laugh and our day at the Effinham County Fair begins. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com ======================================================== Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine published and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them for next to nothing. (Or buy the 'print' version.) The books are under ten dollars. They are about a 19 year old gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan's. And there is a new book, 'Mike, his Bike and Me'. Please at least check them out by typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the story in the books can be found in some detail there. Thank you. Donny Mumford ============================================ Please consider a tax deductible donation of any size to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expense of maintaining this ginormous free story site. Thank you very much. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html